Mickey’s POV.
I can’t believe Stone is here and I didn’t notice him! He was behind me all this time, how the hell am I supposed to survive him wanting to eat me when I can’t even sense when he’s behind me? Aren’t we supposed to be able to sense our mates or something? I need to get me some wolf senses! I turn to face him, the cookies clutched in my hands. My eyes lock on him, and he rises from his chair but doesn’t move towards me. He’s waiting for me to come to him. Good. Act cool Mickey, everything is fine, you are a badass witch, and you are not scared of the big bad wolf and it does not break your heart every time you look at him. With that thought I raise my chin and stride confidently towards him.
“My Gran baked these for you,” I keep my tone neutral as I thrust the tub of cookies
